Killshot 2

Lexnour
Radical infliction
Where rap is an addiction
Placin' words into this paper
Was a tactical decision
I was chosen by the gods
To merge the worlds and heal the children
Dealing with my humility
And killin' off the image
Off a weak ass, punk ass' selfish ass
Rapper who ain't never gave a fuck about humanity
Every single nigga talkin' down on me
Is never put a second in a treat and then he fan like they family
It's fucking up my sanity
Niggas even had the audacity to
Speak on me and said I did defy gravity
Merge two galaxies' could crack the whole
Code and turn the mainstream niggas into

It's Dax
This rap shit is a religion
You get hated if you do somethin' different
Everybody's faking personalities and differing capacities
While I am just to elevate an image
Individuality is actually a fallacy
And niggas gettin' famous off these motherfuckin' gimmicks
Meanwhile' I'm broke 'cause I talk about this shit
People need that'll actually make a motherfuckin' difference
So I'm finna pivot, revisit, rethink my whole image
Bend time and defy all the physics
Nigga this is mainstream rap that is consciously invisible
Indicative of ancient hieroglyphics
Nigga this is vivid' wicked, sick and prolific
My thoughts all belong in the clinic
Next to the doctors prescribing you pills
You've been sayin' you sick when you really just gifted
I was inspired by the greats, illuminated by the hate
Now I understand what is real and I can smell what is fake
I cut the grass in my city when they said I wouldn't make it
Just to witness their reactions and to see all of the snakes
I bend' don't break, I'm 9. 8
On the rigs I can make the earth quake
My wrist frozen that's frost and no flakes
That's great, go back, nah niggas too late
So this is a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot
Every motherfucker gon' die
I can rap circles 'round the whole rap industry
With two closed eyes, both hands are tied
I can turn a fat bitch skinny
A broke nigga rich
And give sight to a man that's blind
Meanwhile, that's the most important question in the world
Are you dying to live, or you living to die?
God worked for six days and took a break on the seventh
I added five more to it and still worked the eleventh
Adam and Eve taught a nigga like me not to trust no
Bitch 'cause she might trick me right out of heaven
I had dinner with the devil, went to lunch with a reverent
Fuck the stripper in the alley then I took her to breakfast
Just to prove I was a savage and to show my ex bitch
I ain't a pussy, hell yeah I had to teach her a lesson
Realistically
It's about eight months til' your boy finna blow
I just got off tour like 55 shows
On fall I'm about to do 55 more
And typically
I don't ever reply to a nigga that's broke
Pussy lil' niggas you don't want smoke
If you didn't know then now you know
Uh, facts with it, I'm mad gifted
I'm going back to back, back with it, you have with it
You niggas sayin' I am mad wicked, you mad twisted
I'm rapping words, I make em' mad vivid, just admit it
I got a bunch of niggas mad livin', they addicted
I hit rodeo and get mad fitted, get mad liquid, I hit-
Man fuck it, don't even try to say I ain't the best
I ain't faced by you niggas, got it tatted on my neck
So this a killshot, killshot, killshot, killshot
Every motherfucker gon' die
I can rap circles 'round the whole rap industry
With two closed eyes, both hands are tied
I can turn a fat bitch skinny
A broke nigga rich
And give sight to a man that's blind
Meanwhile, that's the most important question in the world
Are you dying to live, or you living to die?

Or you living to die?
Or you living to die?!